One of the rules that she and Adam had was that they would never discuss important details over the phone. Always face-to-face. That was why she waited till their anniversary to tell him about the pregnancy-now-turned miscarriage.
He picked on the first ring. “Hello?”
“Adam—”
He cut her short. “Did you get my gift?”
“I got more than your gift.”
“Mrs Lamont. Happy Anniversary.” She heard Frances’ voice from the other end of the line.
Her anger doubled. So, he was with Frances on the night of their anniversary. And he had her private call on loudspeaker. Now she was sure where his loyalty lay.
It made her next words so much easier. “Adam, I want a divorce.”
There was a gasp from the other end of the phone as Frances, her husband's secretary spoke. “Oh no. It's my fault the last flower and the card got delayed. Don't take it out on Mr. Lamont.”
Jade held the phone tight. As tight as she had held her stomach when she started bleeding that morning.
She waited for Adam to give her some hope even if he wouldn’t apologize. To say that he loved her and he wanted her back. To say that he was coming home so they could discuss what had happened.
“Adam, did you hear me. I want to—”
He spoke with a cold controlled voice, “As you wish.”
The phone slipped out of her hand and crashed to the floor.
Jade opened the door and placed the umbrella at the side. She stepped into the living room shivering as she shook off the droplets of water on her skin. The rain had been unexpected but she'd been prepared for her trip to the doctor. Mostly.
What she was not prepared for, was to see Adam seated in the living room, staring at the blank television. She decided to ignore him and walk straight to the kitchen to prepare herself a cup of tea.
As she walked past him, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him.
“Where were you?” He asked, without any indication of an emotion.
That was one thing that scared her about Adam. He never showed any emotion regardless of the situation. His dark green eyes remained the same, only darkening slightly when he was angry. His short wavy hair framed his strong unmoving jaw. Jade tried not to get sucked in by his handsome face.
She focused on the kitchen in front of her. “I thought you didn't care.”
“Where were you, Jade?” Adam never repeated a question. This was a first.
“With Frances.” She gave him the reply he often gave her.